paradisalogs | gazing at you with scorpion eyes

Who: Brock, Molotov, and guests! And maybe party crashers? Trick-or-treaters?
What: Halloween party for grown-ups!
When: Halloween, 10pm until question mark
Where: Brock's dumb cabin
Rating: PG/PG-13. Probably going to be drunk people, maybe some swearing.

Maybe you received an invitation earlier in the week via ghost, or maybe you've heard that there was a party by word of mouth. Or maybe you're just looking for candy.

Either way, there are a lot of lights on at the usually quiet cabin in the woods. Located just southwest of the castle off the main road to town, it's not a large structure. Essentially one giant room, the cabin is a single story building made of wood, though one side appears to be made of brick and now has a functioning fireplace. Smoke is coming from the chimney.

Today there are also what appear to be papier-mâché pillars in front, on either side of the door. You can probably knock them over if you're not careful.

[ Trick-or-treaters | Party | Snacks | Outside ]

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[The snack tables have napkins on them folded into the shapes of pyramids. There are gold-colored paper plates, and the food is all Egypt themed. There is standard "Middle Eastern" fare like hummus, stuffed grapes, falafel, dates, and roasted chickpeas, but there's also dumb kitschy stuff like hot dog mummies. Yeah.

There's also a lot of booze. Brock is probably hovering nearby ready to mix people drinks. He has some red food dye for drinks nearby because he is really, stupidly into themes, I cannot stress this enough.]

[He slaps his hand on the table, because it's DRINKING TIME.]

Alcohol! Let there be alcohol.

[He stops fussing with some stupid palm tree decoration or something and goes over there!! Where there is call for booze, he'll be there, food dye at the ready. (Brock is stupid.)]

Sure, what do you want?

[Grin]

Whatever is most exciting, of course.

Pfft. Here.

[He grabs a shot glass and pours him some vodka, which they always have on hand at the cabin because Molotov exists. He doesn't even put stupid red dye in it.]

I said I was gonna teach you to do shots, anyway.

[Curious]

This is it? Just this tiny glass?

Yeah.

[He pours himself a shot too.]

It's pretty much just straight alcohol, so. You know. Try to just swallow. [And he knocks it back.]

[He sniffs it, shrugs, and then knocks his back, too.

Jesus christ it's strong.

But cool.]

[ Watching this with some amusement. Maybe she should warn Ezio that stuff is a lot stronger than wine.

Instead she says this! ]

Why don't you make a game out of it?

[Brock eyes Ezio for a second, making sure he's not going to like, die or anything, then laughs a little at what Lana suggests.]

I don't know, I can pretty much drink anybody under the table.

Care to wager on that?

Pffft. What are we betting?

[Ezio chuckles.]

And how could such a tiny woman out-drink a bear-man like Brock Samson? Or me, for that matter?

[Behind the bar, his hand drifts to brush against her thigh, playfully]

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[Who invited the horse? ... Well, he's no usually one alright? And he could use the booze, very much. He didn't bother to dress up because really, he already had the pony costume glued to his skin...]

You got beer?

[WHAT....... that's new. Well, no it isn't. Brock has seen these colorful ponies before. But this one...]

You drink beer?

... You don't? [Aw man! Please don't say no!]

What? No, I just meant I didn't think, uh ... you know, ponies did that kind of stuff ...

[He does have beer, though. He sets a bottle on the table but then realizes ponies don't have hands ...!] Do you need like a straw, or ...

I'm not a pony.

[Actually grabs the bottle with his hoof...] Don't ask, I don't know how it works.

[Yeah he stares anyway. PONIES. He forgot how that worked, their non-hand hoof things.]

You're ... you really look like one.

[Ever seen a pony chugging a beer this fast before? No? Well, now you did!]

Yeahhhh... I'm not usually one. [C'mon Brock! Recognize that crazy spiky mane.]

[BROCK IS REALLY BAD WITH THIS SORT OF THING, he stares for a second. Well, for a few seconds, just watching him chug that beer at first. Weird ...]

Wait ... you're ... Cloud?

[Downs his beer at least to the half, oh man, that was good.]

The one and only. [Smirks a little.] You like my costume?

[HOW AWKWARD.]

It's not really a costume if you're on a loss, man.

Tell that to the castle.

How long have you been like this?

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